assault their senses with persuasion - painting

[fulzanin]

WE'LL MAKE A WAY WHERE YOU CAN FIND YOUR PLACE
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For a moment, she had to still herself. To stop bouncing back and forth, trying to get everything settled and prepared for the session that she had already called for. Her blue gaze stared at Wormwood for a good, long moment. It took Feza's mind a few moments to decide on what sort of approach she was going to take. Her face lifted up into a more soft smile, releasing a long held breath. "There's paintbrushes in the little paint holder things. Very convenient. I wish I'd thought that up. See? There's a spot right there for the brush." As she spoke the snow leopard opened one of the paint capsules. It was done with difficulty, but she managed. All the main colors were lined up, and there was a brush at the top. A little kid's painter set was what it was- small and convenient nonetheless. "If you wanna use your paws then I'd say go ahead though. I wasn't planning on, on using my paws unless I was using the pink paint." She laughed for but a moment, scooting over the paint package that she had just opened to the hell hound.

Then Feza's attention was turned to the medic that had approached. Feza's last interaction with the medic had been...was it the wind chimes? Or had it been when she had arrived to the smell of death and despair? She couldn't quite remember. It didn't matter. What mattered right now was painting with cheap brushes and cheap art supplies- not that Feza knew that the items were cheap. To her it was golden, it was just as righteous and mighty as the cardboard boxes. Her fluffy ears raised at the praise, and a twitch of her tail accompanied the motion. It felt absolutely wonderful, that finally this was doing what it had always been meant to do. She'd done a good job! Her previously small grin had grown to the wide smiles that were near always present across her face. "As long as you try it's gonna be great, I'm sure. Here, I'll go get one of the paint things open for you. You want glitter glue too?" Feza ended in a inquisitive tone, noting how the other's gaze had been resting upon the tubes upon tubes of vibrant glitter glue. There were all sorts of colors and attributes- some looked home made with labels with tape slapped over the originals.

Then there was the most recent arrival. Had she ever seen this one before? Feza didn't think she had. Her expression of curiosity of her question to Selby remained. The snow leopard's eyes narrowed for a moment. Again, it didn't matter: oh well, as she had said and been criticized for using before. And he was happy to participate. It felt like she was going to absolutely explode with delight. Her wings twitched a little from her sides, using her claws to pry open the paint container for Selby. She slid such over to the feline, her gaze then returning to Torren. "Oh, it's, it's nothing. I'm...yea, it's nothing, really! I'm happy to..ah..words." Feza squinted and her originally loud voice died off. What she wanted to say didn't form in her mind. She shrugged and turned, snagging another paint canister to struggle and open for the latest to arrive.

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